How did Samuel manage to have such clear and fair skin? It would certainly be soft to touch–perhaps it would even bruise easily
if I were to exert some force.
His bathrobe was hanging loosely, so much so that I could see his exposed chest. From my higher vantage point, I could even
make out how toned and well–defined his muscles were from constant exercise.
I found Samuel attractive just from looking at him alone. I started imagining the ways I could make him cry if I even teased him a
little.
My checks burned red as soon as I realized where my imaginations were headed. I shook my head repeatedly, trying to clear off
the images
I had to be drunk out of my mind to be thinking of these.
Just as I leaned down to cover Samuel up with the blanket, I casually looked up and was met with his gaze.
